#I love cows and I'm upset I can't pet this one

[avanii]

Have some more Camerupts! Every cow I draw turns into one it seems, whoops. They're just so fun, such good shapes, just a silly beast with wee volcanoes on its back. I love them.

[roxineedstosleep]

Could you do a snippet for yandere platonic Batfam where reader accidentally gets hurt and is able to hide it for a few days until someone (May be Dick?) finds it and asks / gets upset about it? Love your writing!!! ♥️♥️♥️♥️

Hi there!!!

First of all: Thank you sweetie!

It's been a while since I've written, mostly because of the university, I'm about to graduate and I'm crazy because I'm approaching my final exams (I even have to defend my research work to be able to get my bachelor's degree)!

But, I got to thinking a bit about what you have written above… and even more so because I myself am a little bit crashed after my last film shoot for my final year of my degree. And can I just say that being in a bad way and having to hide it is terrible.

So… here goes!

(I'm sorry if I sound a bit comical in this writing, but I think the best way to get over something is to laugh at yourself a bit so you don't think about the pain too much; I hope you enjoy it anyway.)

Disclaimer: I don't know if you've noticed, but English is not my native/mother tongue. Occasionally, when I think too much, I write them in my language and then translate it in a trusted translator. So, if there's a grammatical problem or a strange term, it's the translator's fault.

Let's face it… having a large family is terribly exhausting.

It's never quiet enough, everyone is in everyone else's business, you can't leave your favorite mermelade in the fridge for less than a day. Someone is always occupying the bathroom or using your favorite shampoo or watching something on TV at too much volume and someone is probably occupying your bed at nap time.

Did I mention about meddling too much in other people's business? Yes? Well… triple it.

Having multiple siblings was new.

Having multiple siblings, a father and a butler/grandfather isn't exactly bread and butter either.

It wouldn't be so bad to belong to a large and numerous one if it was your blood family and you had lived with them all your life. I mean, sometimes blood is too thick and you have no choice but to learn to love them or just be nice to each other.

Like I said, it wouldn't be so bad if they were really your family.

But the Waynes were not your family. Not distant relatives or anything like that.

You were just living your life, as quietly as possible… and poof!

New room, new butler/grandfather, pets beyond belief, 4 new male siblings and a father with serious emotional constipation issues. And, to add more salt to your wound…. all have serious abandonment issues and death-related trauma.

After several escape attempts, sleep strikes, hunger strikes and any other kind of protest that an anarchist could be proud of… you realized that it was simply impossible to get out of this without risking the path of death.

Which, to top it all off, was also unreliable because apparently your older brother Jason had revived as well as another of your siblings. So no, dying was also not a viable option to which one could resort in the worst case scenario.

What to do?

Well, not much. Trying not to die of suffocation of affection or finding a way to have privacy while going to the bathroom just seemed to be the best survival tools you could resort to.

What does that entail?

It implies that Tim was going to give you hours and hours of lectures on his latest discovery of a case, even if you don't understand half the things he's told you or mentioned at all.

Richard and Damian trying to teach you new tricks almost every second, taking you to the Zoo or not leaving you alone to go to the bathroom.

That Jason, oh holy cow he is the only one more relaxed, takes you with him on his motorcycle to eat ice cream and to the public library. Without being able to scape, because it seems that you have a kind of GPS inserted in the bone marrow.

(Sometimes you don't know if it's true or not, but sometimes you also felt pain between your bones, almost during the cold seasons, and you didn't want to burst your poor little head thinking of different viable possibilities knowing them. No scars, no remembering anythins about any surgery).

Have a grandfather who will not hesitate to make you cookies, your favorite foods whenever you want … without leaving you aside at any time.

Plus a terribly quiet father, who if he can will carry you for as long as you spend time together, won't let you near the secret basement and enjoys being in the same room with you.

Do you see any privacy in this?

No, because even at the bathroom door would be the pets trying to get in and see you for themselves while you want to do your business.

The worst of that? Titus always judge you when you close the curtains.

As I mentioned and it was clear: Having a large family implies little privacy… Having a large, obsessive family means NO privacy.

So, knowing that you have over 50 nanochips tracking in all your clothes, two security monitors embedded - God knows how - in your body (monitors that only tell you if you are in designated safe place), 20 high definition surveillance cameras in every room and a Great Dane chasing you like a chick …. How the heck do you fall down the stairs and hit your pelvic bone without anyone noticing?

No kidding, how?

And if you had to blame someone for your fall… you'd totally blame Damian for it.

It's not that the kid pushed you down the stairs, but over time he had tamed himself into various things and relaxed into looking his age. You know!!! He started acting like a normal teenager!

What do Damian's kids do at his age? Well, they leave things lying around and have messing around them when they can, of course they do!

You just wanted some yogurt with orange marmalade. Maybe some oatmeal cookies. Alfred had left it for you in the fridge when he noticed you'd been watching video tutorials on homemade marmalade for hours. Who were you to deny such a gesture of generosity?

I mean, Alfred was the one who allowed you to hide in the attic for hours on end so you could have some time to yourself.

And how did it end? You, slipping down the main stairs of the old Wayne mansion, down a nicely polished wooden staircase, rolling all the way down (which is no small flight of stairs, it should be noted) to the bottom of the first floor.

Now, lying on the ground is not so bad in itself. What is bad is not being able to feel your legs and still not being able to understand how you manage to tidy up your neural wiring so that your legs can still move on their own and go to the kitchen to rescue all the delicacies Alfred left you in time.

And it's a good thing you managed to do it… because within seconds Bart had rushed in to ransack the fridge and the fruit basket.

But that's not the point.

The important thing is that this time you managed, I insist a little on the feat of action, to climb up to your room and not notice how you couldn't really feel your legs.

You ate, you lay down… and to your bad or good luck, you couldn't get up …. and without anyone noticing there was an emergency and everyone went out to sort it out.

Weak limbs, limited movement and you don't want to mention the embarrassing actions you did in order to go to the toilet.

It's not like you hid it either, I mean, there was no one who could even notice because they weren't entirely available to watch you. Nor is it that you would have run away, otherwise they would have been at your side in less than a second.

The detail, as they insist, is that you had probably bruised your back badly and your body was now taxing you extra for your food craving.

I insist, you did not hide anything.

But still, when you're found completely itchy on the floor, ridiculously trying to run away in the direction of the bathroom… that's when everyone really goes crazy.

First, having to carry you and not dying of embarrassment when you notice that Bruce definitely doesn't give a damn about having to carry you to the bathroom and do almost everything for you.

Or having Dick and Jason carry you and fit you into some kind of weird medical scanner they have in the cave.

Or that Tim keeps track of your periods, types of meds you take and, for fuck's sake, knows how the fuck to inject something into your spine.

Or that Damian had the gall to look a little embarrassed when he heard that a pair of boxers lying outside the laundry basket was to blame for all this.

NO matter.

At the end of the day they heal you, pamper you, leave you alone when you need to take a nap and figure out a way to fix it without looking like complete maniacs who built some kind of internal plumbing that sucks up the dirty laundry and throws it straight into the washing machine.

Like the time they didn't look like maniacs by sanding all the edges of the tables and nightstands.

Or the time they bought a whole brand of sanitary towels when they realised that not all women use tampons.

Don't worry, they're looking out for you… even if they look like deranged Arkhan freaks in the process.

[j0kers-light]

Hiii, I just wanted to give you my thoughts about reader who goes by the nickname puppy instead of bunny.

I know Joker is so bunny nickname coded but just hear me out, super nice and friendly reader! almost too clueless for her own good, making friends everywhere and just having like a million of extra activities just so she doesn't get bored, having a few hobbies every week and when Joker realizes and buys her a lot of stuff so she has the best material to work with, she has already dropped them because it was too boring! reader who can eat any type of meat and loves burgers, salad? what is that?

"J, I already told you grass is for the cows, don't give me that, where are my chicken nuggets?"

Have you seen how dogs pick everything their owner gives them (Maybe a stuffed animal) and they carry it to their bed because they think that no one can touch it there so they have a lot of stuff there? That's her, Joker has found too many weird things there (His purple tie, Joker's last favorite candies, a HAMSTER???? I hc Joker is afraid of rodents so he would never look in her bed if she adopted a new pet, right???)

She plays dumb most of the time like. "Oh, your name is Frost? No, I'm sure it was Tom, you have changed it, haven't you?" Like YES SHE DID KNOW YOUR NAME IS FROST.

Y/N just likes everyone thinking she is dumb because then she can do anything she wants and just get away with it, people genuinely thinks she is dumb but of course she is not, she'd say she has forgotten the names of her co-workers but then will tell you anything you want to know about their life as if she had learnt it by heart.

I also hc her being bestfriends with Neo and Mac, like REALLY friends and Joker is so jealous about it.

Mac is funny, really is, and sweet. He gives good advices so she tells him everything she knows she can't tell Joker (Her pretending to be dumb just for the fun of it causes people to think she is dumb and after some time her coworkers start laughing at her face and criticizing her behind her back, she does feel upset and she even cried infront of them once or twice :((( ) She tells him the kind of things she knows she can't tell Joker because he'll kill them.

Mac has to tell Joker because he is actually forced by contract, and she refuses to talk to Mac ever again, and surprisingly Joker is the one who has to tell reader to quit that because he knows thats his henchmen make her happy.

And Neo is just fun! He goes with her to parties and lets her drink, he is the one who plays ONE with her at midnight because she can't sleep at Joker's hideout and she doesn't want to wake him up because she knows J needs to sleep.

She kind of has a sibling bond with them and Joker knows he can't break it because it'll make her feel too upset.

She is the little sister, of course, always running around the hideout and getting herself in trouble because she knows that the other henchmen can't do anything to her, then hiding from Frost Neo and Mac because they do.

She is the kind of reader who doesn't care about what Joker has done, its not to her so she doesn't care, other people are mean and bad.

But if J hurts an animal (ofc by accident, he is not THAT type of monster) Then she won't talk to him in WEEKS.

She has a heart of gold and its not like she doesn't have self love, but she knows Joker doesn't mean the ugly things he says to her so she won't leave his side nor get mad.

But she really is sensitive, she gets upset easily.

Joker has to remind her to drink water because if she is running around with Neo she forgets, she only cares about catching him. (She doesn't have a chance but when Joker glares at him he has to slow down)

I think she works at a museum, probably, girl loves history. (Joker has noticed she has a weird crush in Napoleon Bonaparte???) Or maybe she is a teacher, history teacher at highschool.

But the cool type, the type that is always making activities with them and never does an exam.

"Hey, J, you think you can find me 60 cardboard for tomorrow? Need 'em for work." And he is like ??? Its 11 p.m. on a saturday night Y/n what do you expect him to do????

She also tried to paint Joker's face with a black marker while he was sleeping.

Reader leaves doodles in post-its around the house for him to find, when he asks about it she plays dumb again.

Joker would love to make her go really dumb (blink blink) so she stops playing that card.

She really likes hanging out with Frost to be honest, and he has kind of warmed up with her, now she knows his favorite color and she keeps buying him blue things (I don't care, his favorite color is blue in my mind) He politely acceptes her blue bottle caps.

She managed to know most of the things she know about Joker herself, how??? she would never tell you ('Politely' asked Frost, we don't know what she did to him but he is still scared of her today) She never tells Joker that she already knows what he is telling her, that would be mean!

She is a sweetheart but managed to shoot Batman in the leg when he was beating up Joker.

Neo didn't know when she had 'borrowed' it, but she told Joker that she knows how to use guns because her father was a hunter and taught her.

Joker takes her to a few easy missions, she doesn't know whats going on most of the time but is happy to be there, oh but if someone TOUCHES Joker, she'll bite their necks off (I SWEAR)

J likes to think she is as crazy as him, maybe she is but won't tell him.

GOD THIS IS TOO MUCH IM SORRY

*blinks in shock*

I didn’t even know you could write that much in the ask box… wow. I don’t think I should say anything, you already summarized your point 🥰

[ddejavvu]

Hey! I love your works ❤️

I have been thinking about ranch life with Jake Sersein. Waking up at the crack of dawn to him putting on jeans, boots and a hat to go tend to the animals. He'd definitely give a good morning snuggle and kiss. He'd be amazing with animals. He is sure in his knowledge and confidence but he's kind hearted and patient. He would be okay if he came home to a baby cow in the house. I feel like reader just collects strays or neglected animals and Jake welcomes them all. Their ranch is more of a passion project than a job.

THIS. this, this is my daydream. you hear rustling from the foot of the bed and you peek out through the darkness and he's buckling his belt, grass-stained jeans hiked up over his hips. he peers back to check and make sure you're still awake and he feels so bad he woke you!! he mumbles sorry darlin' in that raspy sleep voice of his, leans forwards to brush his nose against yours and snuggle his face against your own :') he's got a bit of stubble that grates against your skin but it feels good when his warm skin accompanies it, his lips dotting against your nose faster than you can reciprocate.

yes yes you've got sooo many animals, i'm a jake seresin big dog truther <33 you've got a bunch of strays, labs maybe, mutts for sure, a shepherd or two. they can't possibly all live inside the house but he builds them a nice warm shed to sleep in, they each have their own beds in there and half the time if jake can't find you he checks the dog shed and you're buried in happy puppies and their toys <33 he does that man thing where he pets dogs by slapping their sides and the dog looooves it - you doooo have two cats that sleep in the house but there's a third one too, she snuck into the dog shed one night and you've never been able to get her out of there. definitely horses and cows, he takes such good care of them and definitely doesn't get angry when one of them happens to step through the kitchen door. he was surprised, of course, to find the baby cow in the den, but not upset in the slightest, he just rubbed her head and laughed when you told him she gave you the baby cow eyes and you had to let her in.

[livebloggingmydescentintomadness]

Hi, you seem like a lovely person so I want to explain why that honey post upset me. Most vegans are trying to be more ethical. Meat eaters often use the issue of no ethical consumption under capitalism to attack vegans. Why is that okay? Meat eaters also eat veggies, chocolate, sugar and quinoa! People should have good living conditions, so should animals, why pretend it's either or? I can't fix the whole world but I can pick my small battles. That's what veganism is about.

(Honey ask 2) It feels like people feel entitled to tear vegan philosophies apart with petty gotcha moments instead of engaging in good faith to try to understand. Everyone has their annoying vegan story, but somehow I coexist with meat eaters without sharing my stories! Or telling people they should eat food they have clearly explained they don't want to eat. I am so tired of being told every single thing I do needs to be perfect or I'm some kind of fake who doesn't really care about the world.

i don't have a problem with people who are trying to eat ethically - i am too, to the best of my abilities - and who decide that means choosing not to eat meat or animal products.

what i do have a problem with is the attitude of some (not all, i know) vegans where they act as though veganism is "choosing kindness" or choosing to be ethical, and people who consume animal products are being cruel and/or unethical, and who enforce this binary without nuance.

let me give an example. when my health was better, i regularly went to a local farmers market, where i had a friend who raises chickens, and i bought eggs from her. in return, i gave her my compost scraps, which she often fed to the chickens - things like pineapple rinds, apple cores, carrot peels, etc. i knew my friend the farmer for a good decade, and i know that she treats her chickens well and they are happy, well-cared-for birds.

when i ate the eggs from those chickens, i was consuming cruelty-free food. those animals did not suffer in producing eggs.

at the time i was also purchasing my milk from a local farm, one that i actually visited! i got to see the cows lying around in a wide open green pasture, i got to pet a newborn calf. those animals didn't suffer to produce milk, and when i drank that milk, i was consuming cruelty-free food.

(of course, i fully realize that i was quite privileged to be able to buy those eggs and milk from local sources; in fact, i've since lost the health to be able to get to those locations, and i have to buy everything from the store right now. farmers markets and local producers are great, but the majority of people can't access them.)

on the other hand, when i'm purchasing produce and grains and other foods from the grocery store, i have absolutely no way of knowing who exactly produced that food, but i can say with some surety that at least some human beings suffered in producing it. the many laborers in the field, the laborers in the factory, the laborers loading and unloading trucks - all of them underpaid, overworked, and most likely without proper healthcare or even safety equipment. people get hurt, disabled, and killed while getting plant-based foods to your table.

you can't say that plant products are inherently "cruelty free" just because they aren't produced by an animal.

human suffering matters too, and while i love animals and have a deep empathy with them, it bothers me that cruelty to animals is the only cruelty taken into account by veganism.

however, my point here is not "i'm better than you for eating animal products", my point is that animal products can be ethical AND unethical, just like plant products can be ethical AND unethical.

all of us should evaluate our food sources to the best of our abilities and make the most ethical choice available to us, without making the assumption that animal = cruel and plant = righteous. local honey produced by a small farm that is trying to support their hives of crucially vital pollinators is a more ethical purchase than sugar purchased from a large corporation that pays poverty-stricken third world laborers pennies to do back-breaking labor with machetes in a hot field.

again, i have no problem with anyone who chooses to avoid animal products, but the suffering of those laborers matters more than the "exploitation" of bees, and it pisses me off to pretend otherwise.

[helianskies]

hi! could you do 2 + scotspa, if it's not already taken? i haven't been able to stop thinking about them because of you hehe. thanks and ily! <33

i can't stop thinking about them either so here, have some scotspa from one specific au i have for them 🥰

Retreat

There's something about sitting in a car as a passenger, watching new, never-seen-before landscapes pass by, that is usually very enjoyable for Antonio. He's always loved the world, loved nature, loved the idle adventuring of a road trip—and so far, this journey has proven no different.

The two of them—that is, Antonio and Alasdair, who currently occupies the driver's seat—have been on the road for the best part of eight hours. There isn't much further to go, apparently, but Antonio doesn't mind too much. The car is comfortable enough. The only downside he finds, however, is that… he just can't quite seem to get warm.

He still wears his jacket, his scarf, his gloves (texting his brother updates is an absolute nightmare) and all the while, Alasdair over here seems more than warm in nothing but a thin top and jeans! 

Antonio can't quite believe it. He knows the other is used to the Scottish chill, but yikes! He can't recall how many times he's asked the other, how are you not freezing? but the umpteenth time finally arrives when they pull over briefly whilst passing through an area Alasdair tells him is called Cairngorm, and the other leaves the car to stretch his legs.

"How are you not freezing?" Antonio asks him once more as he joins Alasdair outside in the grasp of a relentless Scottish winter. "My bones feel like they're made of ice!"

"'M just used to it," Alasdair brushes off, however, unfazed even by the breeze that sweeps towards them from the mountains. "Nearly a whole lifetime of living up here will do that to you."

Antonio finds it a curious notion. Not because it makes sense, but because, "What about your siblings? I was under the impression you were all from England, and you just moved up here for… whatever reason."

"Like you and your brother?" Alasdair returns, a cheek to his grin. "Same sorta story, isn't it? Parents from different parts, with sons divided by that difference?"

"Well…"

"I'm right, aren't I?"

"…I suppose," Antonio concedes. 

"And let me guess: you're the mummy's boy?"

"Excuse you?”

“Call it an observation. I know Henrique fairly well.”

“If— If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were trying to annoy me. Not a good idea if we're about to spend an entire week together!"

"Oh, you're definitely a mummy's boy," the other snickers all the while, to Antonio's chagrin. 

Now on the brink of wondering if this trip is a good idea (really, what do I know about Alasdair? He's just my brother's husband's brother who lives in some quiet rural area in Scotland, a recluse, who just so happens to have some chickens and a pet cow that is definitely not a key reason for me wanting to come!) Antonio gets back into the car.

When the door is closed, he whacks up the heater a fraction more, the chill having permeated his skin more than anticipated. Getting out had been a mistake. Maybe this whole trip has been a mistake. He hadn't wanted to burden his brother and had fallen in love with the idea of visiting somewhere new, somewhere far away, somewhere so different to what he's been used to for most of his life…

Perhaps Antonio is just as immature as Henrique thinks…

Alasdair soon gets back in the car, too. His sudden appearance and the slamming of the car door startles Antonio, in fact, releasing him from his daze.

"Ready to carry on, then?" the other asks him.

Antonio wants to brave a nod, he wants to say, yes, of course I am. But there is now a doubt in his mind—a hesitance, a fear—and he is unable to overcome it in time. 

The car continues to run, warm up, rumble away. And Alasdair looks at Antonio, his hands slipping from the steering wheel, and he says, "If I've upset you, I didn't mean to," and the Spaniard can only sigh. 

"You haven't upset me," he assures the other, eyes fixed on the windshield and the snowy scenery beyond. "Please don't worry. I'm fine."

“Something’s bothering you, though,” Alasdair insists all the same, “isn’t it?”

He doesn’t want to admit it. But perhaps he doesn’t need to; the other is adamant that he isn’t going to drive, it seems, until Antonio gives him some sort of answer. It’s the sort of response he’d expect from his brother. Henrique is like that—he struggles to let something go, struggles to leave Antonio alone if he knows there’s something weighing down on him, even if he doesn’t want to ta—

“It’s fine, I won’t ask. As long as it isn’t me, then… then I guess I can live with that.”

And, just like that, Alasdair checks the wing mirror and pulls back out onto the road, their journey through the Cairngorms resuming.

Antonio is taken aback, but says nothing. Maybe Alasdair isn’t as similar to Henrique as he had initially suspected. Perhaps he ought to give him more credit. Perhaps he should not take him for face value.

As the drive continues, however, so does their conversation: 

“I’m happy that you wanted to come, by the way. I don’t think I ever said,” Alasdair remarks. “It’ll be nice to have some company, and, well, I hope you find what you’re looking for up here.”

The other doesn’t quite understand. “What I’m looking for…?” he repeats. “I… I don’t think I’m looking for something, as such…”

“But that’s what this is, isn’t it?” the other says. “An escape? A chance to get away from everything in life that’s just a wee bit too annoying or difficult to deal with right now?”

“I mean…”

“It’s okay to admit that, you know. That life’s a bit much. I feel that way often enough myself,” Alasdair muses in a bout of openness that Antonio did not expect, and does not want to interrupt. “The thing is,” he goes on, “I always found that I only really start to feel better when I finally stop running, and let myself catch my breath. Does that… make sense?”

It does. It oddly does. And while it does, Antonio does not say so aloud, nor will he. He doesn’t need to, because he’s sure that Alasdair already knows what his response would be: to nod along again in silence, and accept the wisdom of his elder, even if he hasn’t asked for it. 

The thing is, Antonio is indeed running. He’s been running for nearly a month, now, and this impromptu trip to Scotland is simply another leg of the race. He isn’t sure where he’s heading or where he’ll end up, but… but to stop, to catch his breath, to take a break… it sounds good, actually. 

And having someone else there feels like a bonus, in some ways. Especially when it's Alasdair—someone he doesn’t know well, and someone who knows him just as vaguely. It’s like a clean slate. It’s like a fresh start. Antonio can reinvent himself up in the Highlands, without having to worry about his brother, his parents, his ex… 

…and Alasdair, well… Alasdair could be a plus in his life, even if only for a single, cold, wintery week…

The drive continues. Scotland really is a beautiful, beautiful country.

[ final wordcount 1215 words; prompts found here! ]

[simpfortheseven]

Obey Me Head canons: MC who cries when yelled at

Because i'm a sensitive bitch and can't handle being yelled at cause ~trauma~, i wanted to write this. I'm just gonna go with Lucifer yelling, he does it most. Or when the brothers fight, that to.

Here's a link to the side characters!

Triggers: 

Lucifer

Hes the one that does most of the yelling tbh

Does not really care at first

Thinks you're just being emotional

Eventually he tries to be a little calmer if you're around, though that does not happen easily. 

Is very surprised when you (spoiler kinda) stand up for Beel and luke, despite the tears running down your face, and that's when he really decides to stop

If dating: does not yell around you at all, if the brothers fight he tells them to stop. 

Comforts you by holding you close to his body and letting you pet the fur of his coat.

Mammon

Will join you in crying, only after it's over with

If hes yelling, it's about someone taking something from him (or someone trying to take you from him) and tbh he does it a *lot*

After he finds out you hate yelling, he does not yell at you and yells less around you

If dating: He will definitely make sure no one yells around you (may yell at them, accidentally making it worse. Poor bby will feel so bad, you may have to comfort him to)

Comforts you by holding your hand and by playing music, and if you initiate it he will hug you

To shy to really touch you but tries his best to help

Levi

Is scared, does not cry tho

Honestly yells only at video games, and does not stop unless youre in the room

If the other brothers are fighting, he will frown at you as if to say “sorry about them”

If dating: same thing really, but when he sees you upset he stops yelling immediately and pauses the game to comfort you

Will comfort you with head pats and gentle hugs, and will let you play a game with him

Also maybe watch anime

Asmo

Finds seeing people getting lectured by lucifer a little funny, but when he sees you cry it makes him sad

He does not care if you care dating or not, he will cuddle you

One of the best cuddle buddies, and knows exactly what to say to calm you

Comfort besides cuddles is facials, messages, painting nails, things that are calming

Satan

Once he figures out you hate it, he won't yell

Tbh not really a yeller unless smth happened in his book, or lucifer pissed him off

Reads to you, obviously

Dating or not^

Also may hug you, depends

As wrath he gets mad when people yell at you

Beel

does not yell much unless you or his brothers are in danger, but mostly just talks and thinks about food and does not pay attention to the lecture

Everyone says beels only trait is food, BUT HE IS PROTECTIVE AF OK

After he knows he will make sure no one yells at you, and if they do he puts a hand on your shoulder and tells them to stop

COMFORT FOOD FROM THE TEDDY BEAR MAN (I'm such a simp for him i stg)

And also cuddles if you ask

Second best cuddle buddy in the group, big man good for cuddles

Belphie

(since i don't know belphie well this is hard)

Would probably get mad and tell lucifer to stop yelling

If that does not work he just takes you from the room to go hide somewhere

Will let you share his cow pillow if you want

This just turned into belphie cuddle headcanons ig

Best cuddle bud, and loves to cuddle

So yes, he cuddles you to make you feel better and may also play soft music

If he falls asleep forgive him

Sorry if these sucked Im still figuring the bois out

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

🐑, 🐔, 🐄, 🕯, 🍅, 🐝

These are for the cottagecore asks. Hope it makes you smile today.

Thank you so much for the ask! It made me smile indeed. c:

🐑 Sheep: What is a comfort item you own?

Oh gosh, I have so many... My favorite might be the black-velvet cloak with a satin purple lining. I deeply mourn that it's not Socially Acceptable to wear a cloak to an office job, because when it's cool enough outside, I would LOVE to! (When I worked at Chipotle, Pizza Hut, and PetSmart, I would wear my cloak to work! The people at Chipotle freaking LOVED it.)

Alas, I work in a building with government security and I work on a contract with a rather strict Dress Code. And also I don't trust the people downtown enough to walk around in a cloak...

🐔 Chicken: What is a comfort movie/show for you?

I'm hyperfixated and predictable. My comfort movie is Justice League vs. Teen Titans, and my comfort show is the 2003 Teen Titans series!

🐄 Cow: What is one other tumblr blog you really appreciate?

Oh gosh, just one? It's hard to choose just one... Any blog that belongs to my friends has HEAPS of appreciation! "Appreciate" in particular applies to my fellow RPers who patiently wait until I have the time, energy, and muse to Actually Write something-- even when it takes months! I'm so immensely grateful for their grace.

🕯️ Candle: What is something you can’t go to bed without?

Well, my antidepressant, for one thing... :P (It has Major Sleepiness side effects for the first couple hours after taking it, so it's best to take it before bedtime, and it's a Very Important part of my mental health regimen!)

But on a more fun note, I have this one specific blanket that my dad gave me when I was like... 13, 14 years old? (Gods, I'm realizing I've had this thing for half my life!) It's nothing special, a little brown thing from Walmart that only covers me shoulders-to-toes if I have it on a diagonal angle, with kind of a silky underside and a very thin top layer. But the fact that it's so thin and silky makes it easy for me to sleep under! I get overheated very easily, so a thin blanket that still has enough weight to be Comforting is great (and very hard to find!), and I'm Extremely Sensitive to Touch and Tactile Sensation, but it's a very nice smooth gentle Tactile Sensation, so it's really the ideal blanket for me.

It brings me so much comfort that I put a blanket inspired by it in my stories! (It's handmade by Srentha for Dove when she's Struggling^tm and needs lots of comfort, so she can wrap it around herself for comfort if he can't be there.)

🍅 Tomato: Have you ever gardened, and if so, what is your favorite thing to grow?

I have! I've always loved plants like small silent friends, helping my Nana in her garden as a kid, and when I moved in with my co-worker from the pet store she helped me garden things like cilantro and zebra flowers, and when I lived in the Metroparks I had SO many houseplants and potted herbs! Schefflera, snake plant, peace lily, lemon balm that my chinchillas absolutely demolished when I wasn't looking. (They ate the whole plant! It's safe for them, don't worry.) My very first houseplant was a Norfolk island pine. Unfortunately my houseplants and herbs got wiped out by aerial blight after I moved from the apartment, and it scared me away from plants for a little while because I blamed myself. I only Very Recently got enough forgiveness and courage to try again, and for now all I have is a small but rapidly-growing pothos.

My favorite thing to grow is DEFINITELY the lemon balm! It's in the mint family, so it's super hardy and a vigorous grower, it always has such a gentle and friendly energy, and it's good for absolutely Everything I use plants for, herbal healing and mysticism alike! It helps headaches, stomach upsets, it soothes mild pain, it helps soothe stress, it helps you fall asleep, and mystically it's great for protection, energizing, cleaning, and insight. Plus, it's one of the only Fresh Plants my chinchillas will actually eat. This is a big deal for Dusty, because he's EXTREMELY picky about fresh foods!

🐝 Bee: What is a video game that you find comforting?

Pokemon Pearl. ~<3 That was the game that initially inspired me to start writing Pokemon fanfics! I also have a lot of strong Happy Comfort Nostalgia for Pokemon Battle Revolution too, because I played it with all but one of my siblings!

[seungkwan-s]

hello heather! i've been assigned as your gift giver for the caratblr gift exchange, and i wanna get to know u a bit!

im a fic writer, so that's what i'll be making for u so i wanna know some of ur favorite tropes, aus, s/o pet names, etc!! and generally just what you like, dislike, etc (colors, foods, activities, movies)

and aside from the fic i'll be writing for u, i read your carrd and we have a bit in common! i also am a criminal minds fiend hehe and i think we like a lot of the same groups <333

so excited for the gift exchange xoxo! 💚

AAAAAA i've been waiting so patiently for you to appear!!! 💞 HOW ARE YOU? i hope your day went well!!!! 🥰

lengthy response !!

oh do i have a list for you!!!! i absolutely love enemies to lovers tropes, they're just so so fun to read and you get hooked on them SO quickly 💖 i love the bickering between the characters and the little sarcastic remarks 😍 everything about it....I LOVE 💕 i do love best friends to lovers but i kinda need the angst + the fluff but i need happy endings!!!! i do love a little angst drabble but i need happy endings for my poor heart to function <///3 soulmate aus are SO cute 💞 i read one where it was when your soulmate dyes their hair and your hair turns that colour too, it made me laugh and i think that would just be one of the funniest ways to find your soulmate 😭

s/o pet names!!!! i'm not entirely fussed but "darling" is such a precious thing to be called 💖 if it's used too much, it wears off quickly but once every so often, my heart goes !!!!

i love music, gaming, fishing, reading, writing. i love cows, MY BED 🛌 i love a good netflix horror and a big ass cup of tea!!! 😍

i love pink, blue, black, a sunset orange (you know that gorgeous warm orange as the sun sets YES THAT 🧡😍) and probably a pastel green 💖

i'm such a fussy eater, it's ridiculous :( i probably dislike more foods than i like food and i'm very fussy about food i like <3 some foods have to be cooked a certain way for me to eat them which is why i just cook my own food 😭

i am OBSESSED with crime shows, real or fake, i will watch them all one day. i grew up watching serial killer documentaries & crime shows with my mum and my granny. there's a british tv show called silent witness which is AMAZING. it was my favourite show to watch with my granny 💕

i kinda wish i never started criminal minds bc it's just everything i never knew i needed and because my s/o and i are watching it together, i can't binge it unless he wants to because if i watch it without him, he'll be quite upset (which i understand bc we're watching it together), we have JUST reached season seven 😍 EMILY AND JJ, MY GIRLS ARE BACK I LOVE THEM but my heart belongs to reid 💔 oh my god he's beautiful, why is he so beautiful 😭

i'm honestly so so nervous!!!! but so so excited :))) i'm so sorry for the big message, i like to talk........a lot....... 💖

PLEASE tell me about you !!!!!!! 💞

[loveforpreserumsteve]

Growing Together: "ALN" Story (Pre-Serum Omega!Steve and Alpha!Bucky Modern Domestic AU)

Fourteen:

"I just thought she was fat," Bucky shrugged, crouching as he petted Alpine while she laid in the box letting the kittens nurse.

"You've mentioned," Steve deadpanned, crouched beside his mate. Shaking his head, he added, "You sure know how to pick 'em, Barnes."

Smiling, Bucky wrapped his arm around Steve's slender shoulders. Pulling him close, he pressed a kiss to Steve's temple and confirmed, "Yeah, I do."

While his cheeks heated, Steve rolled his eyes, "What are we gonna do?"

"What do you wanna do?"

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Steve decided, "We keep 'em."

Bucky's brows arched high on his forehead, "All of them?"

"Why not?" Steve shrugged, "I wouldn't want someone dividing up my babies, so I'm not going to do it to her."

"God, I love you," Bucky pulled Steve closer so he could kiss him.

Breathless when they pulled apart, Steve asked, "Now how are we going to name them?"

"I mean, we did a pretty good job with the kids," Bucky reminded, still beaming.

"Yeah, but we usually had some time to decide," Steve tenderly pet the kitten closest to him – the calico – with his index finger. "These little guys are already here."

"Should we let the kids?"

"Are you kidding?" Steve good-naturedly scoffed, turning to look at his husband. Reminding the alpha, "Kit named a frog, 'Booger,' and then named Nevie's lovey, 'Chicken Butt.' We can't let them name them. Besides, there's only four and I want to name one."

"Well," Bucky suggested, "What if you name one and then we pair the kids up. Or we vote for the names. Then, they'll have to come up with names together and learn about teamwork."

"God, how have you not decided to coach a kids' team yet?" Steve teased, earning a sarcastic laugh from Bucky. Still looking up at his husband, he was glad when Bucky looked down at him and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. Appeased, Steve confirmed, "Go team."

"Go team," Bucky cheered, enthusiastically punching the air.

Standing, Bucky extended his hand for Steve and wiggled his fingers invitingly. Another shake of his head, Steve took his mate's hand and allowed the alpha to pull him up. As the pair exited Bucky's closet, the brunet called out, "Who wants to name some kittens?"

A sea of, me's replied from the living room, and Steve shoved at Bucky in a look-what-you-started way. Before they could exit their bedroom though, Steve stopped Bucky and said, "I want to name the white kitten, 'Duchess.'"

Dopey grin stretching his lips at the 1970 Disney movie, The Aristocats, Bucky leaned down and kissed Steve as he allowed, "Anything you want."

"Thank you," Steve smiled, kissing him again.

Pulling away when the kids started calling for them, Steve led the way out of the master bedroom. Oliver – still upset about his bloodstained clothes – crossed his arms and huffed, "So, who gets to name the kittens?"

"Well," Bucky gave him a pointed look before explaining, "Papa named the white kitten, 'Duchess.' But that leaves the gray one, orange one, and the calico –"

"What's cow-co?" Bitsy softly questioned, her little brows furrowed.

Exasperated, Oliver face-palmed and shook his head. Meanwhile, Bucky kindly explained, "Calico is where they have all the colors."

"Oh, okay," Bitsy smiled, hugging her lovey closer.

Smiling, Steve joined her on the chaise, and was filled with love when the other little kids joined him. Kissing the top of their heads and marking over them. Even Finn lounged against Nevie. Oliver, on the other hand, remained curled in on himself. Sure, Steve knew that he was upset about the kittens being born on some of his clothes, and Oliver had been even more upset when Steve lectured him about placing his clothes in the hamper. But Steve assumed that the mention of naming kittens would lift his spirits.

"So, we're going to come up with the names together," Bucky finished with a toothy grin. Looking over the kids' faces expectantly, Bucky asked, "How does that sound?"

When the kids didn't answer, Steve cheered, "Sounds awesome!"

"Princess Butterfly!" Cori suggested, standing on the couch and jumping into Bucky's arms.

Scenting her, Bucky chuckled, "Princess Butterfly?" As she nodded, Bucky kissed her baby-chubby cheek and asked the other kids, "Who else wants Princess Butterfly?"

Finn laughed and the girls giggled too while Kit decided, "I like it!"

"Alright," Bucky smiled while shifting Cori so she was better settled on his hip.

Steve asked, "Which kitten should be Princess Butterfly?"

"Hmm," Cori thought, tapping her little finger on her chin as she thought. The same way that Oliver used to do. It made Steve's chest clench and caused him to reach over Nevie and Finn so he could ruffle Oliver's hair. However, the moody pre-teen jerked away and shook his short hair out of his eyes. Steve tried to ignore how that stung and wished that it didn't remind him of his own moody actions growing up.

"I wanna name the calico one," Finn decided.

"What do you wanna name her, sweetie?" Steve asked, smoothing his hand over the nine year old's dark auburn curls.

Face scrunching as he thought, Finn finally answered, "Autumn."

Steve smiled and Bucky encouraged, "I think that's a great name."

Finn preened and Steve decided, "So, Princess Butterfly will be the orange kitten."

"Little PB, her highness," Bucky smiled, blowing a raspberry against Cori's cheek. Pulling away from the giggling girl so she could rest her head on his broad shoulder, Bucky asked Oliver, "What about you, squirt? You wanna name the gray one?"

Sighing, Oliver shrugged, "Bruce."

"Bruce?" Steve good-humoredly scoffed, "Why Bruce?"

"Like Batman," Oliver rolled his eyes, "You know? Bruce Wayne?"

Exchanging a look with his husband, Bucky smiled, "Bruce it is. It's a good name."

"Bruce," Steve nodded, glad to see Oliver's lips tug up at the corners. Maybe he wasn't that mad about the kittens after all.

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[dorkery]

1) to be fair I know the bare minimum about Christianity and Judaism but I'm happy to share Muslim Facts

2a) While you are correct, I can't fault vegans for wanting to minimise harm because I also live in close proximity to Buddhists who don't eat meat and also try not to hurt even ants (though that is also coupled with the belief in karma and reincarnation). There is absolutely nothing wrong with wanting to be as kind as possible to other creatures, be they animal or not. The question is can you force that system of belief on others? And is what constitutes harm/care the same to other groups? The answer is no.

2b) Yeah so like, I think what people have to do is just accept that we are okay with keeping some animals as pets because cute, and some as livestock because delicious. We value different animals for different things and there is nothing inherently wrong with that. Cats aren't inherently better than cows (okay this is my academic position not my personal bias which is that cats are the fucking best), but I value them differently - they are excellent for companionship, destressing and wasting time. Like, it's the bread and roses argument. Sometimes I feel like people have lost the personal connection with food/animals? Like I grew up frequently seeing animals being raised and slaughtered for food - some of the same ones kept as pets - so I don't feel particularly upset when I see a chicken carcass or a whole fish at the market. That's where your food comes from. That's what it looks like. So yeah, related to previous point: We're part of the life cycle of eat and decompose and become nutrients for plants so like... embrace it. (also, have a good supply of coffee if you eat mostly plants because pooping becomes a nightmare with that much fibre intake)

2b2) YEAH I JUST LIKE........LOVE PLANTS. And I think being okay with eating them because they don't resemble humans is stupid. Plants are on the same level as animals, man, they just have a completely different system which we haven't learned to decipher yet. And also I wish I could live on their timescale.

3) blech. And I have had fermented horse milk

(it's been 2 decades I think - had it once in Saudi and absolutely hated it. I remember it being very rich, and it was served to me warm. Tasted like milk but very much not cow's milk. Also I am extremely lactose intolerant being from SEA so like... I am kind of incapable of appreciating dairy products, with the exception of cheese and ice cream AND BUTTER)

Disclaimer: I am not okay with factory cruelty, in case this comes up. Also, according to Islamic law, slaughtering cattle by draining their blood through a sliced jugular + carotid + windpipe is considered the most humane way to slaughter them so. This is absolutely a case of different beliefs of what constitutes cruel and humane if the kosher/halal slaughter method is something you don't like.

FTR: while the prophet Muhammad may have loved camels, I ABSOLUTELY HATE THOSE STINKY BASTARDS

Okay so. Not necessarily because I want to be part of the discourse. But.

Vegans can do and eat whatever they want on their own. But keep any sort of proselytising to themselves.

I don't have a moral obligation to be vegan. By the strictest interpretations, veganism is, in fact, against my religion (which is Islam) (but of course as we enter into a more complicated and modern era, veganism isn't PROHIBITED because it does not harm but neither is it actively encouraged because it is a neutral practice)

1. We slaughter and distribute cattle during specific Muslim calendar days/months for the sake of charity and religious faith (Qurban: aka feast of sacrifice where Ibrahim was ordered to slaughter Ismail but then Allah was like Thanks But Pls Do Not and now every year we ritually slaughter cattle to commemorate the event and also feed the community)

2. Honey is a favourite food and we even have a specific surah in the Quran about the honey bee (An-Nahl) because Allah is like FUCK YEAH I WENT OFF WITH BEES

3. Respect for the animal because we consume it and use parts of its body - and also because animals praise Allah by being their very animal best in that very Muslim tradition of "things do things differently and you can't equate different living things with each other as that is not how things work but all things worship Allah anyway so". So if you want to swear off animals, by all means. But if you choose to consume or use animals and animal byproducts, you MUST respect the animal and waste as little as possible. (This is also reflected through fasting and Ramadan and the halal slaughter laws)

4. Allah is like "oh shit I fucken LOVE animals have you SEEN THE ANT" and says people should emulate the praiseworthy qualities of animals and......animals eat other animals. So. Eating other creatures IS part of nature and there's nothing morally wrong with humans eating animals.

So yeah. Veganism is fine for you personally as a choice (and may have come out of some new philosophical movement regarding protectionism), but calling others evil or immoral for not practicing it is not only gross, it fails to respect the traditions and beliefs of other cultures and religions.

BTW if we wanna talk sentience, plants are sentient and live on a timescale we can't even comprehend. They have feelings and can also wither or flourish depending on their environment, including negative and positive stimuli. Its been proven that plants CAN touch, see, hear and smell. And we frequently eat baby plants before they come to full maturation (bamboo shoots my dudes are the BOMB). And yes, there are also carnivorous plants (which we turn into lemang periuk kera) which suggests an incredible diversity in the plant world that we can't even comprehend and are still learning about every day.

Anthropomorphising animals is just not something we do here in my part of the world, and neither do we anthropomorphise plants. And so there is no moral quandary on their consumption. We have to treat them with respect while alive, during slaughter, and after. That's all I'm morally obligated to do.